It turns out…

…that we never did find out whether a sock in progress gives you luck in Las Vegas. From the photographic evidence it would seem the sock was too busy at the slots to be of assistance:

But we here at Mmm… Yarn prefer the dice over the slots. Its choice of game aside, I am not going to blame the sock for my going down in flames at the craps table as it never left my carry-on bag the whole trip except its short photo-op at the airport on the way home. Heck, it was around 100 degrees outside (too hot to knit, even by the pool) and there was too much socializing to do inside with the family to work there. So it was a nearly knitting-free weekend although waiting around at the airport resulted in a couple of inches on the animal shelter blanket I’m working on.